<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:23:50.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination; Anywhere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116780595419380813</id><published>2007-01-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:35:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello, just thought I'd let y'all know that I've moved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://carrotfingers.livejournal.com/" target="_blank" onclick="link_popup(this); return false"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116780595419380813?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116780595419380813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116780595419380813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116780595419380813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116780595419380813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116705966058478546</id><published>2006-12-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:27:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Local Music!</title><content type='html'>Especially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SEXIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for them at: &lt;a href="http://www.ripplevox.com/hoobastank/"&gt;http://www.ripplevox.com/hoobastank/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or hear them (and view their profile) at: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesexiescj"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thesexiescj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they will be playing at Gas Haus on 31Dec (12pm till late), but their set is at 4pm. Tickets going at $10 only presale and $12 at the door. Don't miss them! Contact Xiao an if interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourselves a better christmas than I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116705966058478546?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116705966058478546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116705966058478546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116705966058478546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116705966058478546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/support-local-music.html' title='Support Local Music!'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116641567218373736</id><published>2006-12-18T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:21:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>Like a race course, but seem to be steering way off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating, been very busy since the holidays started. But then again, I lead a boring life anyway. Yours is probably much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's too far left, go right some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering shifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116641567218373736?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116641567218373736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116641567218373736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116641567218373736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116641567218373736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116503889419845939</id><published>2006-12-02T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:54:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Sadness</title><content type='html'>I should be happy since I'm just 2 days away from my birthday, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to turn 18. I want to stay 17 forever. In fact, 16 was the  best year I ever had. 16 and 14, I will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling immense sadness because in a few days someone very dear to me will no longer be a familiar face I see everyday. I will have no one to share my food with at home, no one to share my things with, no one to disturb me in the way only she can, no one to talk to when I'm just bored and lazing at home, no one to cook my favourite food and no one to laugh with over the dumbest things that I just don't laugh about with my other friends. When I screech I can no longer feel normal because she won't be screeching with me. For someone whose face I've seen for the past 15 years and whose presence I've grown so comfortable around and everything else, she is leaving so abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think it's dumb, but I share a very special relationship with my maid. She knows all my deepest darkest secrets. Okay, well maybe not all of them, but most of them anyway. I know a lot of people will read this and say, 'She's just your maid, if she goes home, then get another one lor.' But it doesn't work this way. I can't trust another maid the way I trust my maid. No one will get the kind of attachment I feel with her. All these 15 years I knew eventually she would have to go back home, but I never expected this day to come, deep inside I hoped she'd stay forever (of course not possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYAH. I don't know. I'm just trying not to cry because I will be 18 in a matter of days and I know it is un-18-ish behaviour to cry over someone leaving because there will be many people who will step in and out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me to invite her to my wedding. I am going to bawl my eyes out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116503889419845939?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116503889419845939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116503889419845939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116503889419845939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116503889419845939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/mostly-sadness.html' title='Mostly Sadness'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116410545163027094</id><published>2006-11-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:37:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Nintendo Lovin'</title><content type='html'>'Omg omg how the aligator is going to attack me!'&lt;br /&gt;'PRESS Z PRESS Z!!! OKAY OKAY NOW PRESS X. FASTER!!'&lt;br /&gt;(The cart speeds off the railway track and game over)&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Wah lao&lt;/em&gt;... I pressed Z &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; the stupid button didn't work.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Donkey Kong and Super Mario. I'm old school, I don't go for PS3 and xbox. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through my unproductive day, I had a sudden urge to cook something, so I did. This is technically my second time cooking and first successful attempt. I can make stuff, like sushi and cookies and brownies and stuff. But I can't cook stuff. I &lt;em&gt;couldn't&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA BUT NOW I CAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116410545163027094?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116410545163027094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116410545163027094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116410545163027094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116410545163027094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-ol-nintendo-lovin.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Nintendo Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116407862835976250</id><published>2006-11-21T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:10:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Stars May Collide</title><content type='html'>I talked on the phone last night for so long that my ears hurt. Haha but it was worth it because despite all the teasing and mad laughter it's always nice to talk to someone you haven't spoken to for months. Catch up. Even if he is staring at guys' ass cracks for most of the day (oh ewww, thanks for sharing. so now I need to share with all of you too muahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching too much TV for my own good despite knowing I should be jolly well studying. But hey, we all need a vice don't we and our own form of escapism! (see, who says I don't study? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden fondness to use parenthesis, I realise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I saw, I thought it was me. But then I thought to myself, 'Nah, it couldn't possibly be. I'm just not important enough.' Anyway, I know that I have great friends who care so much, like when E bought me lotion one fine day for dry skin, or when Cherry texts me and tries to knock sense into me, or when Pinks randomly declares her love for me, or when MY calls me out of the blue and says she misses me. It's not that I have to constantly be reassured that I am loved, but small gestures like this count more than they realise. But sometimes I can't help feeling like I'm just the kind of friend you go to to take whatever unhappiness you have out on. Or the kind you just.. forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It sucks being a girl. Boys aren't so sensitive. Lucky them.'&lt;br /&gt;'But hey, we're not all the morons and unfeeling bastards you make us out to be all the time!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just ignore me, this is probably my messed up hormones doing all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...that is the secret of happiness and virtue, liking what you've got to do.'&lt;br /&gt;Now now, where have I heard that one before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116407862835976250?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116407862835976250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116407862835976250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116407862835976250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116407862835976250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-stars-may-collide.html' title='And the Stars May Collide'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116393844687864912</id><published>2006-11-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:14:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Walls Of The Deepest Blue</title><content type='html'>Pesevere, 6 more effing hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh someone please be so kind as to remind me to bring like ear muffs and mittens and scarves and some long pants to wear into the effing audi extension it is so effing cold in there I bet it's at least 10 degrees. Okay maybe thats an exaggeration. But its so effing cold it's torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to resist screaming everytime my internet disconnects. Which is like, every two effing minutes. Now you know why I don't reply tags. I effing CAN'T. So I apologise. And thank you all for the encouragement and love. Much much much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bid to stop being vulgar when I turn 18, I must slowly accustom myself to stopping. Kind of like someone trying to quite smoking. Like a nicotine patch or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already had reminders that this time next week I am going to be effing free, baybeh. I am looking forward to it so much. I have so much to do, so much to buy. Clothes, shoes (!!!!), FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, all that is on my mind now is not Lit, as it should rightfully be. Instead, food dominates it 24/7. I bet in my dreams I think of food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? It scares me. The way I am constantly craving for something to eat. The way I would go all out to get what I want to eat. The way I can think of a particular dish/meal until I get it. The way I spend all my money on food nowadays (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116393844687864912?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116393844687864912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116393844687864912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116393844687864912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116393844687864912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/with-walls-of-deepest-blue.html' title='With Walls Of The Deepest Blue'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116332903665866025</id><published>2006-11-12T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:58:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>I am putting on weight exponentially!!!!!!!!! ._.&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no desire to study.&lt;br /&gt;All I think about is Post As and Post-Post As.&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a voracious appetite in the span of about 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;I constantly crave for and think of food.&lt;br /&gt;My Econs is... gah. I know my name will never be up on the board (unlike the likes of E and TTBB and giraffes).&lt;br /&gt;I keep watching TV when I should be studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116332903665866025?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116332903665866025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116332903665866025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116332903665866025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116332903665866025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116312727936571757</id><published>2006-11-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:59:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling</title><content type='html'>of being able to chuck out all my math books and notes and papers and whatever that has "Integrate (insert freakish polynomial or weird trigo function here)" or "The equation is an Arithmetic Progression/G.P." and what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS &lt;em&gt;OHMYTIAN&lt;/em&gt; SUCH A WONDERFUL FEELING THAT I AM INCAPABLE OF EXPRESSING THE AMOUNT OF JOY AND HAPPINESS IT BRINGS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;alskdfjas'dg;ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I leave you to do a queer victory dance even though after both papers I didn't feel so victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Whatever. It's over. I'll worry next year. Or in about 3 months. In the meantime, I haven't so much as&lt;em&gt; physically&lt;/em&gt; touched a single lit text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will keep him in perfect peace, him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you. - Isaiah 26:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116312727936571757?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116312727936571757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116312727936571757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116312727936571757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116312727936571757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling.html' title='The Feeling'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116263549232601845</id><published>2006-11-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:18:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Mothership</title><content type='html'>So my mom came into my room, saw my IC on the table and took it to inspect.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh girl, why don't you have your blood type stated on your IC?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh new ICs don't have one lah"&lt;br /&gt;"I KNEW IT. I always knew you were an alien"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. Well just a random realisation. That I quite like doing Stats (when I can solve the questions HAHA) sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Well whaddaya know, I really &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; an alien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116263549232601845?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116263549232601845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116263549232601845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116263549232601845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116263549232601845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/calling-mothership.html' title='Calling Mothership'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116237350133037858</id><published>2006-11-01T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:36:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Say</title><content type='html'>God's gonna be real busy for about a month or so starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't bother him too much okay, leave him some time for the rest of us who reaaaallly need him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;i.e., Dear God I am praying for a million bucks to appear on my doorstep tomorrow. Please grant me my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN, YO.&lt;br /&gt;You think what, God owns the mint AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hairpee Burfday E! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116237350133037858?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116237350133037858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116237350133037858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116237350133037858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116237350133037858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-say.html' title='I&apos;d Say'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116227099034128221</id><published>2006-10-31T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:03:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kneel And Say An Ave There For Me</title><content type='html'>"Ele the Eggtart&lt;br /&gt; Manda the Mushroom"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things we do when we get bored during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are going to Vivocity. I haven't even gone there once and my mom has already gone there twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I'm getting vague waves of panic because the exams commence the day after tomorrow. BOLLOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I know what exactly I am going to do after the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;:D x320945870938475230&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116227099034128221?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116227099034128221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116227099034128221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116227099034128221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116227099034128221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/kneel-and-say-ave-there-for-me.html' title='Kneel And Say An Ave There For Me'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116166535099711544</id><published>2006-10-24T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:49:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said, I'm Gonna Have Myself In Shambles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm &lt;em&gt;Staying&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116166535099711544?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116166535099711544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116166535099711544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116166535099711544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116166535099711544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-said-im-gonna-have-myself-in.html' title='I Said, I&apos;m Gonna Have Myself In Shambles'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116155690578249679</id><published>2006-10-23T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T06:45:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Removed</title><content type='html'>Last night's post because I think I've finally simmered down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides,&lt;br /&gt;1)By swearing like the moron last night, I realise I am bringing myself down to his level.&lt;br /&gt;2)Friends will not approve of my terrible swearing habits haha.&lt;br /&gt;3)Uh I think my mom know about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I seem to have completely lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;Ps, my grandma kinda scared me by standing in the hallway after I opened my bathroom door. Since the house was still in a semi-dark state (or maybe it was my eyes that couldn't open), her slight silhouette made my heart jump a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116155690578249679?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116155690578249679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116155690578249679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116155690578249679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116155690578249679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/removed.html' title='Removed'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116151047214259388</id><published>2006-10-22T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:47:52.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Take On Vintage</title><content type='html'>'Ey, I heard you like vintage stuff right. You want vintage clothes, take from my cupboard lah! Yah what, that's what vintage is about right or not!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116151047214259388?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116151047214259388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116151047214259388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116151047214259388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116151047214259388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mothers-take-on-vintage.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Take On Vintage'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116143552646788902</id><published>2006-10-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:58:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming</title><content type='html'>I am so hopping mad now I could kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay a hand on my friend and I will hunt you down, skin you alive, gouge out your eyes, debone you and feed you to the crocodiles. But you'd probably be too vile to be eaten anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH. I secretly think there is steam coming out of my ears but my hair is covering my ears so no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH. I want to take a chopper and just chop like how the chicken rice uncle chops his chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other more unglamourous, hilarious, clown-ish news, Cherry would love this: I accidentally growled at my Math tutor this afternoon when I got so frustrated with Applications of Differen-freaking-tiation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116143552646788902?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116143552646788902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116143552646788902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116143552646788902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116143552646788902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuming.html' title='Fuming'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116134710794960855</id><published>2006-10-20T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:25:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hound Dog</title><content type='html'>5 more weeks and this will all be over. I kind of want it to come soon but I don't want this next week to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, ugh. They turn people into different people altogether and expose sides of a person you never thought were in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the A's are over, I have so many things to do, so many places to go to, so many activities we've already lined up for our eager selves. Also, I want to shop till I drop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, controlled breathing, that's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116134710794960855?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116134710794960855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116134710794960855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116134710794960855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116134710794960855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/hound-dog.html' title='Hound Dog'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116101118299369119</id><published>2006-10-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:06:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Hours with E!</title><content type='html'>When we are not:&lt;br /&gt;PMS-ing,&lt;br /&gt;Having headaches,&lt;br /&gt;Having bad days,&lt;br /&gt;Dare I say it? &lt;em&gt;Thank goodness for tuition&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemous!&lt;br /&gt;I hate tuition, generally. Nothing will change my mind about how much I loathe tuition. But it's not like my parents own the mint or something so I guess I should be glad I actually still get tuition besides the fact that they don't own the mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling. Must be the sugar high! And the fits of laughter. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golly, Browning is brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116101118299369119?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116101118299369119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116101118299369119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116101118299369119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116101118299369119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-hours-with-e.html' title='Three Hours with E!'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116087964469541360</id><published>2006-10-15T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:13:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Losses, goodbyes. I wish they never did exist. Parting is always so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss 2T08 even though on some days I really wished I was somewhere else, like poly, maybe. Being in CJ, being in the class and the band has made me a different person. I've learnt so much more in such a short span of (almost) 2 years, some things which I think I would have never learnt elsewhere. I'm thankful for all the friends who I know I will be keeping for life, whom I will always hold dear to my heart. They have become such an important part of me that, like Ele said, 'It's not the end for us, it's merely a new beginning of a friendship that'll last for the many more years to come'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I spent only 2 years in CJ and twice that amount of time in Secondary school, I feel more attached to the school and to the people here. I've made friends that I know I will keep for a lifetime. I know that CJ will forever have a very special place in my heart. It was the place where I could say that I had experienced laughter, tears and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my class, thank you for giving me some of the most memorable moments of school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBG says: Now we are no longer teacher and students. We have taken our relationship to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the 4 of you, nothing in the world could make me forget you guys, nothing in the universe could replace you. I love you so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many other things to say, so many thoughts I can't seem to form into words and I know if I try to, I'll only end up crying buckets which might lead my parents to think I'm more looney than they thought I already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thought that keeps me smiling is knowing that this isn't really the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116087964469541360?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116087964469541360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116087964469541360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116087964469541360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116087964469541360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116047703857712668</id><published>2006-10-10T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:43:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nose Can Tell The PSI</title><content type='html'>6am: 43&lt;br /&gt;7am: 42&lt;br /&gt;12pm: 47&lt;br /&gt;1pm: 59&lt;br /&gt;2pm: 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how my nose was leaking progressively like a frickin' tap through out the day. Amount of stuff flowing from nose (mucus) is directly proportionate to the haze getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my window it looks a lot worse than 70 now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one government website:&lt;br /&gt;'During a smoke haze, the fine particulates enter an air-conditioned building through the fresh air intake and by infiltration through openings and gaps. The particulate levels indoor can thus build up to unacceptable levels. This could have undesirable health effect on the occupants of the building and adversely affect the efficiency of the air-conditioning system.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible liar. People see through me right away haha. How exactly do you lie 'effectively', that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying from the severe discomfort and that is compelling me to want to chop off my nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116047703857712668?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116047703857712668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116047703857712668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116047703857712668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116047703857712668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-nose-can-tell-psi.html' title='My Nose Can Tell The PSI'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116031115933344423</id><published>2006-10-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:39:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seige</title><content type='html'>No worries.&lt;br /&gt;'Ah Well!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, it's sheer cruelty to make us do a whole friggin' Math paper for 3 frickin' hours. Feel free to join the I-Hate-Math (Mainly cos I can't do it) Club. All are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba! I chanced upon a song called 'Baba' by Alanis Morissette. HAHA. Just thought I'd let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing old just waiting for the Zip file to finish transferring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116031115933344423?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116031115933344423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116031115933344423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116031115933344423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116031115933344423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/seige.html' title='Seige'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-116022552479203516</id><published>2006-10-07T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:54:25.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loving Husband</title><content type='html'>This came in an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his ever-nagging wife went on vacation to Jerusalem. While they were there, the wife passed away. The undertaker told the husband, "You canhave her shipped home for $5,000, or you can bury her here, in the Holy Land, for $150."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped home. The undertaker asked, "Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your wife home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $150?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three dayslater he rose from the dead. I just can't take that chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-116022552479203516?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116022552479203516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=116022552479203516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116022552479203516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/116022552479203516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/loving-husband.html' title='The Loving Husband'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115995811035057787</id><published>2006-10-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:35:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Very Far Now?</title><content type='html'>I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115995811035057787?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115995811035057787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115995811035057787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115995811035057787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115995811035057787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-very-far-now.html' title='Am I Very Far Now?'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115987832034345163</id><published>2006-10-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:25:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in Reverse</title><content type='html'>Back straight, no hunching now. Chin up, face the world.&lt;br /&gt;Paint a wide smile there, just look it in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much left to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Everything is all right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for trying so hard, for just being there. I know that when I get angry at myself I get angry at the world, you included. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, where the hell am I supposed to find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, Miss Recluse, just hiding away from where they all can't find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 HFF, I would be more demoralised at tuition without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Ice cream Boy, stop stalking the ice cream man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115987832034345163?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115987832034345163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115987832034345163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115987832034345163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115987832034345163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/stuck-in-reverse.html' title='Stuck in Reverse'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115970593813282949</id><published>2006-10-01T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:32:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Cameras, Action</title><content type='html'>Like I said, you won't know what loss is if you don't have anything to lose to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Showtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115970593813282949?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115970593813282949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115970593813282949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115970593813282949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115970593813282949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/lights-cameras-action.html' title='Lights, Cameras, Action'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115962067454995763</id><published>2006-09-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:51:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A City To Love</title><content type='html'>Maybe a Brain Transplant.&lt;br /&gt;Or something, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere thought of next week makes my stomach churn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115962067454995763?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115962067454995763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115962067454995763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115962067454995763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115962067454995763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/city-to-love.html' title='A City To Love'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115944380401099900</id><published>2006-09-28T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:43:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixing Bowl Musings</title><content type='html'>The things that are impossible with men are possible with God.&lt;br /&gt;Luke 18:27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115944380401099900?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115944380401099900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115944380401099900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115944380401099900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115944380401099900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/mixing-bowl-musings.html' title='Mixing Bowl Musings'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115944109409786215</id><published>2006-09-28T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:41:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase Zero Point Five</title><content type='html'>Terrible day. Math was a real spoiler first thing in the morning, completely ruined the mood for the whole day. Congrats to those who deserved their grade, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runnin' in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP today was quite alright, albeit slightly boring because it was so technical. Struggled to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we could go back to the start, where things were so uncomplicated and more simple. Incident at the library was heartwarming, I guess everyone deserves a chance. A second chance, third chance even, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115944109409786215?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115944109409786215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115944109409786215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115944109409786215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115944109409786215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/phase-zero-point-five_28.html' title='Phase Zero Point Five'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115935985574296935</id><published>2006-09-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:24:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Admit</title><content type='html'>I really, really enjoyed today's GP lesson. The first in 1 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find terrorists intriguing. Please tell me I'm not that strange, that you like to find out about the workings of the terrorist mind, too. And other fun (or not so fun) facts about terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm harmless, really. Even though Hans said I'd make a good terrorist. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115935985574296935?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115935985574296935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115935985574296935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115935985574296935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115935985574296935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-must-admit.html' title='I Must Admit'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115927191604134243</id><published>2006-09-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:58:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Shaken Heads</title><content type='html'>I know what I must do. I don't see another way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Don't let go of the door, you might lock us in.'&lt;br /&gt;He replied, his eyes smiling with a hint of cheekiness, 'Good, then we'll be locked in here together.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more constants in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115927191604134243?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115927191604134243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115927191604134243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115927191604134243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115927191604134243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/fake-shaken-heads.html' title='Fake Shaken Heads'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115900156243013483</id><published>2006-09-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:52:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Spot!</title><content type='html'>I had super great fun yesterday :) Joce and Jared's party was yummylicious! The food was so amazingly delicious and I ate so much that I almost burst out of my dress, haha. The company was great and dinner table antics were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with a very pretty and glam AG &lt;3 While we were waiting not-so-patiently for dinner to start, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2091.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA this is WS imitating Ele's bored face. He gets a kick out of disturbing AG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2099.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2099.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef #1: Xiaoan who refused to give a decent face for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef #2: Jared. With Joce (who got rid of the shit from the prawns :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2102.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, this is Brendan Mok who is gazing at the TV, transfixed by some random car show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_2114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_2114.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pinks! Very mod in her new blue dress :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have more photos but I am too lazy to load them because my internet connection will screw up on me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said it was easy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww take me back to the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for these past 3 days of fun and happy times and love.&lt;br /&gt;'Wrong answer!' YOU REMEMBER?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my tutor laugh with my silliness and I think he was rather taken aback with my anti-Math sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; this question only 3 marks, can we skip?!&lt;br /&gt;Tutor: No! We can do this, we must analyse the question first!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh. Err okay then.&lt;br /&gt;(I watch on as he starts the equation for me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er I think cannot do this question lah, cubic equation, cannot expand!&lt;br /&gt;Tutor: Can expand.. just more steps, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It looks so tedious and it's only 3 marks, not worth it right? So should skip right?!&lt;br /&gt;Tutor: I know it's tedious, but you see, now can expand. Okay you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!! Idiot, WAHLAOEH such a long bloody equation then he throws it back to me to expand. HAHA. He's the best &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; (rolls eyes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115900156243013483?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115900156243013483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115900156243013483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115900156243013483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115900156243013483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/weak-spot.html' title='Weak Spot!'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115876139915309090</id><published>2006-09-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:09:59.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Breath Beneath the Chandelier</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted and my ankles are aching from having to carry my weight around for so many hours, haha. My shoulders hurt, but they would have hurt more if Pinks hadn't so kindly shared my burden with me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am going to get myself a Beatles shirt to show my undying loyalty for the band!' HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the flurry of events today, with the earlier part of the afternoon being rather depressing because I couldn't find anything to buy, I had fun! Eating and talking and walking and basically, NOT STUDYING. Hahaha. Finally in the end I managed to find some things which looked remotely normal on me. Had mucho fun with Ele Joce and Pinks :D And not forgetting freakish changing room incident haha but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VG (Hoi, x) you see I got it right this time hokay!) you never fail to make me laugh and amuse me. Love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this in an e-mail, truly remarkable things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laugh often&lt;br /&gt;2. Indulge in the things you truly love&lt;br /&gt;3. Even when it seems hopeless&lt;br /&gt;4. There is always someone who loves you more than you know&lt;br /&gt;5. It will get better&lt;br /&gt;6. Give it your all&lt;br /&gt;7. BE WEIRD WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE (Hah! SEE. When I am being strange it is not mad. It is being &lt;em&gt;remarkable&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;8. Always be up for surprises (Changing room incident?!! Cue: Heart attack)&lt;br /&gt;9. Love someone with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;10. Hold on to good friends, they are few and far between&lt;br /&gt;11. Always try to see the glass half full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that made a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excused for being weird and strange and eccentric during the intervals before and after any exam paper. It's a necessity to :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115876139915309090?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115876139915309090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115876139915309090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115876139915309090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115876139915309090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/babys-breath-beneath-chandelier.html' title='Baby&apos;s Breath Beneath the Chandelier'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115866307033263936</id><published>2006-09-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:51:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Junkie</title><content type='html'>I look at my calender and I really can't believe I've sat for 6 papers already and that tomorrow will be my last 2. Only for Prelims though, sadly. If only this was the real thing, gosh I'd be ecstatic by tomorrow. On the other hand, for Prelims, I get to be ecstatic for the rest of the week only until next week we go back to school and get our results. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really love The Beatles! When I listen to them I have a Grease-ish scene in my head, haha. And like the jukebox and neon lights and everything. Haha. Very 60s and 70s, I lurrrve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey jude, dont make it bad&lt;br /&gt;Take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115866307033263936?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115866307033263936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115866307033263936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115866307033263936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115866307033263936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-school-junkie.html' title='Old School Junkie'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115797111220418892</id><published>2006-09-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:38:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to the Shredder</title><content type='html'>Words like razor sharp blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you finally master something, become good at it, and then when you move on to other topics and come back to that topic again, you completely can't do it again. Then begins the vicious cycle once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain and I say things that are unintentional or I don't mean in the way they come out sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the road, Jack. And don't you come back no more.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, hit the road Jack, don't you come back no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115797111220418892?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115797111220418892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115797111220418892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115797111220418892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115797111220418892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-to-shredder.html' title='Heart to the Shredder'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115745022712678828</id><published>2006-09-05T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:57:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Doesn't Feel Like Anything</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep forever and never wake up. I don't want to wake up to face the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nolite te bastardes carborundorum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have quite a dislike for HMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my Wonderwall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115745022712678828?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115745022712678828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115745022712678828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115745022712678828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115745022712678828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-doesnt-feel-like-anything.html' title='This Doesn&apos;t Feel Like Anything'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115725575428231282</id><published>2006-09-03T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:19:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Wear Me Like a Locket Around Your Throat</title><content type='html'>How are you?&lt;br /&gt;How are you coping?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Why do your smiles not feel genuine to me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;If you have any problems, or ever, if you need help, would you come to me, would you know that I'd be here for you for an eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look so thin, have you been remembering to eat?&lt;br /&gt;How are the two of you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't we talked about happy topics? Random topics? Gossips that we used to find so hilarious and amusing?&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't we had a decent conversation in donkey years?&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't we had a good laugh, the kind of laugh that comes straight from our guts, from deep within, where we would roar with laughter and not care about how other people saw us?&lt;br /&gt;Do you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions I keep to myself, the questions I've been dying to ask you. But somehow whenever I see you, I just choke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because something's holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm just so afraid to approach you now, that I tread so carefully, afraid of what reaction I might get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mostly afraid that the answers I'll get won't be genuine, that you'll just hide behind your I'm Okay's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, what's wrong lies with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115725575428231282?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115725575428231282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115725575428231282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115725575428231282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115725575428231282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-wear-me-like-locket-around-your.html' title='So Wear Me Like a Locket Around Your Throat'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115719960148344876</id><published>2006-09-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T20:21:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mr. Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can't believe I had a girl like you&lt;br /&gt;And I just let you walk right outta my life,&lt;br /&gt;After all I put you through,&lt;br /&gt;you still stuck around and stayed by my side,&lt;br /&gt;What really hurt me is I broke your heart, baby&lt;br /&gt;You're a good girl and I had no right,&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna make things right, cause&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soLonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;for my own (nobody to call my own,girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;for my own (nobody to call my own,girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me so much of Ele, Joce and Mel and those times in J1. About that time we got earwormed so bad that we couldn't stop singing it for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115719960148344876?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115719960148344876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115719960148344876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115719960148344876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115719960148344876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-mr-lonely.html' title='Oh Mr. Lonely'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115686031231585293</id><published>2006-08-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:05:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish</title><content type='html'>Earlier in class -&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, WJX! You turned up for school!&lt;br /&gt;JX: Ask me why I &lt;em&gt;neh&lt;/em&gt; come to school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay why didn't you come to school?&lt;br /&gt;JX: I was taking care of my fish.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ?!! Again?! (This has happened before, haha)&lt;br /&gt;JX: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay so how is your fish. Is it fatter now? Or has it died because you keep forgetting to feed it?&lt;br /&gt;JX: It's okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;... still fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Though moronic most of the time, JX has such a quirky demeanour that I find so idiotically funny yet strangely endearing at times. Sometimes he is so retarded and lame that you want to kill him, but other times he is so unbothered and unstressed by everything outwardly (I say this because I know he is secretly stressed too hahaha) that his presence has a weird calming effect. Okay, actually it just makes you feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. He could use the above for the testimonial shit we have to do. Or not. Writing our own apprasials is such a chore and immense difficulty that notice I just wrote the above in a leaving-cert-ish way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Me?&lt;br /&gt;With Pleasure, Cherry would reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115686031231585293?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115686031231585293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115686031231585293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115686031231585293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115686031231585293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-fish.html' title='Go Fish'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115665220083916578</id><published>2006-08-27T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:18:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Prisoner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;He opened his eyes. He exhaled. "You know what the Buddhists say? Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But wait, I said. Aren't you always talking about experiencing life?All the good emotions? All the bad ones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well how can you do that if you're detached?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah, You're thinking, Mitch. But detachment doesn't mean that you let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That's how you are able to leave it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping away.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of figured, that's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the week ahead will be quiet, dull and without turbulence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115665220083916578?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115665220083916578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115665220083916578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115665220083916578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115665220083916578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/whose-prisoner.html' title='Whose Prisoner?'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115640810048093151</id><published>2006-08-24T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:30:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, Down, In An Earlier Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every face I saw looked ready to kill somebody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115640810048093151?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115640810048093151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115640810048093151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115640810048093151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115640810048093151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/down-down-in-earlier-round.html' title='Down, Down, In An Earlier Round'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115633498655407320</id><published>2006-08-23T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:25:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape &amp; Other Misadventures</title><content type='html'>- The Guitar Book &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- Leaf blower-like guitars&lt;br /&gt;- Horrible looking 18th Century guitars&lt;br /&gt;- The Kellogg's Cornflakes guitar (!)&lt;br /&gt;- Cool electric guitars with really cool designs&lt;br /&gt;- 4, 5 and 6 string Fender bass guitars&lt;br /&gt;- The Million Dollar guitar with the heart-shaped sound hole&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffy, small dark cupboard with minimal ventilation&lt;br /&gt;- Sneaking down and running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'There are none so blind as those who can see and yet do not see.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress is not a fucking excuse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry I've been a bastard, &lt;em&gt;stress lah&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry I said that mean thing to you, &lt;em&gt;stress lah&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry I was being emo, &lt;em&gt;stress lah&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I do contradict myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to tell you, but I just can't bring myself to say the words aloud. For some reason, I am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what good is a promise that you can't keep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115633498655407320?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115633498655407320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115633498655407320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115633498655407320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115633498655407320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-escape-other-misadventures.html' title='The Great Escape &amp; Other Misadventures'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115620031562147392</id><published>2006-08-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:46:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe someday I will see you again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you'll look me in my eyes and call my your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115620031562147392?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115620031562147392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115620031562147392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115620031562147392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115620031562147392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/empty-apartment.html' title='Empty Apartment'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115605880512445325</id><published>2006-08-20T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:26:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking for a tiny piece of heaven? Just a glimpse of how it's like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look no further than Hershey's Kisses Creamy Milk Chocolate with Crunchy Cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115605880512445325?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115605880512445325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115605880512445325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115605880512445325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115605880512445325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='The Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115598992816225327</id><published>2006-08-19T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:20:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Mathematical</title><content type='html'>I think I've finally gotten over my inherent fear of 3-D Trigonometry. No, it's not because I have finally mastered the topic and can now solve any/every problem that you throw my way. Rather, I think it's just I've gotten over the 'Oh gosh, not 3-D Trigo. Skip, next.' mentality, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now honestly if you ask me, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is how a mathematical problem should be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/hilarious!.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/hilarious%21.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ho will probably have a cardiac arrest if I showed him this.&lt;br /&gt;That's enough Math for the week, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115598992816225327?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115598992816225327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115598992816225327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115598992816225327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115598992816225327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-things-mathematical.html' title='All Things Mathematical'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115595644120046741</id><published>2006-08-19T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:00:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokey Pokey</title><content type='html'>'Give in, go along, save her skin. That is what it comes down to.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115595644120046741?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115595644120046741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115595644120046741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115595644120046741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115595644120046741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/hokey-pokey.html' title='Hokey Pokey'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115546859327762900</id><published>2006-08-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:43:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Lights, &amp; Much More</title><content type='html'>We spent yesterday together on somewhat of a picnic. On concrete. Haha, but never mind, because we had some really good fun. And talked a lot in between waiting for the damn fireworks to start. And some much needed really good laughter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us with Bubble-ress before Bubble came, hahahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pinks made sushi for the picnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, you see! I can go and send off my resume to Sake Sushi already, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of food on our picnic mat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my red-hot (pun intended :D) date for the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from where we were. Haha horrible shot but too lazy to upload the better ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. At the end of the day when all the Bubbles had returned to Bubbleland, it was left with the 3 of us and the long bus ride home on the random bus, and the stop-off for Prata, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved yesterday, despite the crowd and all, even though it made me realise why I hate to go out on Saturdays/Public Holidays. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the company, I'm certain (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115546859327762900?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115546859327762900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115546859327762900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115546859327762900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115546859327762900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-lights-much-more.html' title='Of Lights, &amp; Much More'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115530095273287110</id><published>2006-08-11T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:55:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Song</title><content type='html'>Some mistakes are too fun to only make once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115530095273287110?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115530095273287110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115530095273287110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115530095273287110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115530095273287110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/night-song.html' title='The Night Song'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115520750618374914</id><published>2006-08-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:58:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow-Coloured Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115520750618374914?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115520750618374914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115520750618374914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115520750618374914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115520750618374914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainbow-coloured-chocolates.html' title='Rainbow-Coloured Chocolates'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115486565415388860</id><published>2006-08-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:00:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeball Nitty Gritty</title><content type='html'>Just another one of my really random brainless thoughts but while sitting in the car staring out of the window, a thought suddenly occured to me. How nice it would be if I could detach my eyeballs from their sockets every once in a while and wash them really nice and squeaky clean then pop them back in. Sometimes I can't help wondering where all the eyelashes accidentally get into your eye go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, how exactly is it &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; concern who I hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things seriously have to be changed around here, these days. &lt;em&gt;'It's all in your head.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has suddenly struck me how unfit I am and the unhealthy lifestyle I am living. Haha, but what's new right. Only now it seems like a more pressing problem because I tried to spend the afternoon clearing out my table and I was quite exhausted by the end of the 2.5hrs. I know it's strange and weird to pitch clearing out the table against exercise but I don't know. I just &lt;em&gt;KNOW&lt;/em&gt; I'm unhealthy, I can &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be National Day week. Technically National Day is only for one day (with the next day off, just in case some of you don't know), but I'll still call it the National Day week. Next week was supposed to be a slack week, but nooooooo. &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt; They have to go in and put a Math mock at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115486565415388860?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115486565415388860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115486565415388860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115486565415388860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115486565415388860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/eyeball-nitty-gritty.html' title='Eyeball Nitty Gritty'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115422881963630891</id><published>2006-07-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:39:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Was letting go, not taking part&lt;br /&gt;Was the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;And the strangest thing&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for that bell to ring&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest start&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bittersweet&lt;/strong&gt; I could taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this one and a half years in Band has finally come to a closure. The only word to describe it is Bittersweet, it's true. For all the shit we've gone through, for all the scoldings and yellings we used to get, the endless practices, the never-getting-it's, the tremendous stress, in retrospect I'd say, &lt;em&gt;it wasn't so bad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because, at least we had each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've grown so much, each in our own ways, and that was the most important. Today, we take away with us valuable experience we would never have gotten elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The section is so special to me, in more ways than one. The feeling of being with them, is just amazing, every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must admit, although I strongly believe that the Trumpets really really deserved the Best Section, I couldn't help feeling a wave of disappointment rush over me when we realized it wasn't gonna be us, yet again. Haha, well one can only hope, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say, to express, but I can't seem to form it in words. The Band is in very capable hands, and somehow I know they'd be able to deliver. &lt;em&gt;It just takes a little faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the section: You really were, &lt;strong&gt;One of a Kind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115422881963630891?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115422881963630891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115422881963630891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115422881963630891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115422881963630891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/hardest-part.html' title='The Hardest Part'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115365680127016355</id><published>2006-07-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:13:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the Sandpit</title><content type='html'>Pirate date with LGTATPOT (You have yet to try pronouncing it to me hahahehe) was pretty good, some time out was much needed. Racial harmony day was quite uneventful and non-exciting, as compared to last year. Tuition with Ele, Pinks, Queen Perv &amp; numerous other school people was relatively good! Parents (and even the househelp, at times) have been driving me nuts. But then again, should anything other than this be expected?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's a crazy busy week ahead. As always, only more, this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, you aren't making this any easier for me. I wish that things wouldn't be this way, that they'd somehow be better with time. After all, isn't time supposed to heal all wounds or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just 4 words for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;: Wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115365680127016355?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115365680127016355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115365680127016355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115365680127016355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115365680127016355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/sitting-in-sandpit.html' title='Sitting in the Sandpit'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115303727083331299</id><published>2006-07-16T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:10:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>What if &lt;strong&gt;Pinks&lt;/strong&gt; hadn't chosen to come to CJ, but stayed on in NY?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Ele &lt;/strong&gt;decided to do Science instead of Arts?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Joce&lt;/strong&gt; hadn't come to CJ, but went somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;What if I went to Poly instead of staying?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;JX&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cherry&lt;/strong&gt; had gotten promoted in Year 1?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Minyu&lt;/strong&gt; had changed her admission at the very last minute and chosen to come to CJ instead?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Amelia&lt;/strong&gt; hadn't joined band?&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; hadn't joined band?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Ketty&lt;/strong&gt; made in to Year 2 with us?&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadn't met &lt;strong&gt;Baba&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Van&lt;/strong&gt; hadn't been forced to take Math?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;my section&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't made up of who makes it up now?&lt;br /&gt;What if &lt;strong&gt;Alison&lt;/strong&gt; had stayed on?&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;strong&gt; Sudev&lt;/strong&gt; hadn't gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what if, &lt;em&gt;everything was all different&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115303727083331299?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115303727083331299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115303727083331299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115303727083331299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115303727083331299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115252684933824448</id><published>2006-07-10T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:32:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir, France</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ayeyieyie&lt;/em&gt;. Was quite a tough game last night but I thought the Italians played way stronger than the French. I must say I was quite appalled by Fabien Barthez's seemingly poor performance on letting in that first Italian goal. Van says it's cos he's just too short. Hahahaha. And also cos Buffon is humungous &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Poor JX, he's just devastated and quite inconsolable, but I told him that it's okay they might still get another chance in &lt;em&gt;2010&lt;/em&gt;, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Zidane's head-butt was classic and we believe it'll go down in soccer history and that (&lt;em&gt;Van's&lt;/em&gt;) Zidane will forever be remembered as the head-butting Frenchman. Haha! I was so shocked and taken aback when he suddenly turned around to head butt Materazzi that I made an undistinguishable sound haha. It was something in between a 'what' and a 'huh'. Hahaha. And then amidst the shock I started laughing hysterically. But I still think it's such a waste to let the last match of your career end in such a shameful manner of getting sent off with a Red Card. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoapSud, thank you for the discs! And I forgot to tell you that now you can wear your Germany bag again with much pride and joy, haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night in the car:&lt;br /&gt;Mom (to Dad): Please remember to buy me back some Pistacho nuts from Athens &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh I don't like nuts you know! I'm not a nut person.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: We know why you're not a nut person and you don't need to eat any more nuts, cos you're nutty enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I don't know why but I think my dad being sarcastic to me is super funny, even though I got jacked. Hahaha okay never mind, was just something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the Monday blues weren't so bad today, cos CJ started school at 9am! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115252684933824448?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115252684933824448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115252684933824448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115252684933824448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115252684933824448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/au-revoir-france.html' title='Au Revoir, France'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115243650845377366</id><published>2006-07-09T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:15:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>German Brilliance</title><content type='html'>You seeeee. You &lt;em&gt;seeeee&lt;/em&gt;. I told you Germany would come through to third placing. I must admit though that I wasn't expecting such a score difference, mostly I expected a draw and then a German win through penalties, BUT ahahaha, see they did me proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they didn't qualify for the Finals on homeground, I was ecstatic this morning after the match. Extremely proud moment heehee and I kept smiling like an idiot to myself (or to the TV). Excellent play by Bastian Schweinsteiger, the 2 beautiful goals that seemed to fly straight past Ricardo and into the net. Ahhhhh, joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair though, Nuno Gomes' (and I was just wondering, after his substitution, is Nuno a popular Portugese name? ahahaha) header was quite amazing too, haha. AND Oliver Kahn showed his tremendous goal keeping skills when he played last night/this morning. Simply brilliant. Quite a way to mark his retirement from international football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight's match, I support France because I don't want to support Italy because they were the ones who beat Germany. Haha, even though I'm not a very big fan of either, I also want France to win becasue it is Zidane's last match tonight and well, can't we just let the man have a proud exit? To let him have the glory of lifting the WorlCup Trophy etc etc. And so, even though everyone seems to be rooting for Italy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO GET THEM, FRANCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115243650845377366?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115243650845377366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115243650845377366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115243650845377366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115243650845377366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/german-brilliance.html' title='German Brilliance'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115227443422954557</id><published>2006-07-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:13:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck Here On The Ground</title><content type='html'>And so I'm stuck sitting here, wondering &lt;em&gt;how in the world&lt;/em&gt; I am going to break the news of the F for Math (&lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; like I predicted) to my parents. This is quite a horrifying thought, as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I managed to make a downcast Michelle feel a little better when I told her that she couldn't possibly beat my F grade. &lt;em&gt;And I was right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not coming up with anything yet. I'm very disturbed by the possible consequences I will suffer in the (&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;) near future, i.e., tomorrow (because that's when the tutor comes), or if I'm luckier, they won't have to find out till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; still gonna have to be the one who breaks the news to them, because we've been warned not to let them go to the PTM unsuspecting. They've got quite a good point there, because by then it will probably be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; screwed this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115227443422954557?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115227443422954557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115227443422954557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115227443422954557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115227443422954557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuck-here-on-ground.html' title='Stuck Here On The Ground'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115218678569479674</id><published>2006-07-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:38:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We Fall</title><content type='html'>Aye, I was rather devastated yesterday morning when I found out that Germany (&lt;3!) lost to Italy. &lt;em&gt;Wahlaoeh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! I will still remain a loyal fan (heehee, my loyalties) of Germany and I'm sure they will stand a very good chance of clinching third placing. Oh well, better than nothing, right? Still saddened, though. But it's alright, I know they played their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, left with France and Italy, I would rather take France. JX is positive they're going to win anyway, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Germany, though fallen, still remains as my favourite team in the World Cup (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115218678569479674?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115218678569479674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115218678569479674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115218678569479674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115218678569479674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/together-we-fall_06.html' title='Together We Fall'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115201495169087989</id><published>2006-07-04T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:09:11.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bursts of Blue</title><content type='html'>First day of school, as always, was filled with first day of school buzz. It felt good to be back, but it was... so &lt;em&gt;earrrrrly&lt;/em&gt;, haha. I peered at my watch at 10am and groaned that I was only supposed to be getting up at that time. But instead, we'd already been through half the day's lessons. No matter, I hope the chocolates worked as good first-day-of-school encouragement anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that I'm actually allergic to JX. Before break when I was next to him I was sneezing and then I was fine in the canteen. Then after break when I came back I was wheezing. Haha. I'm kidding. It was just a horrid attack of Sinus that wouldn't die down, causing me to suffer immensely throughout the day (and still am) and I merely used it as an excuse to mock JX, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided not to defy my Dad's orders of &lt;em&gt;'No going out after school, come straight home'&lt;/em&gt; and went home because my eyes could barely hold up on their own and my nose was leaking like a tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on telling my parents to bugger off and stop bugging me about the exam results everyday because it'll all probably come back next week anyway, but then I decided against it, because they're still holding on to my pocket money. &lt;em&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115201495169087989?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115201495169087989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115201495169087989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115201495169087989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115201495169087989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-bursts-of-blue.html' title='Random Bursts of Blue'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115200145264049296</id><published>2006-07-04T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:24:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret (No, Not Really)</title><content type='html'>More like &lt;em&gt;confession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that yesterday night I was suddenly overwhelmed by a humungous wave of guilt. The guilt of knowing that I have let Mr. Ho down and that I didn't try hard enough. It was this that left me with an irrational fear of going back to school today. That made me think of Mr. Ho and how he's an old man, and sometimes he even has problems climbing all the way up to the 4th floor. And&lt;em&gt; yet&lt;/em&gt;, he always tries his best to be on time for us, so that he can teach us. And how he's a good teacher and everything, and the way I keep disappointing him time and time again, with my &lt;em&gt;never-leaving-the-45-mark&lt;/em&gt; marks and how now I'm gonna get this huge F this time round and I'd be lucky if it's not a single digit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how on some terrible days, his lessons can even provide &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; minor form of relief (when he's being genuinely funny and not sarcastic-funny or nonsensical-funny) (even though that's not really often, haha). Sometimes I think he blames himself for the way we perform, like why we (okay, me) get such low grades or why I just can't leave the E band for Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the thought of causing this man such disappointment that really scared me last night because today I had his lesson. And I guess that was why I was decidedly quiet, brought my Math and didn't eat in class when he came in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just... &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115200145264049296?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115200145264049296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115200145264049296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115200145264049296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115200145264049296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/dirty-little-secret-no-not-really_04.html' title='Dirty Little Secret (No, Not Really)'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115193087716544557</id><published>2006-07-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:47:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Drop of a Dime</title><content type='html'>Retail therapy really works, Ele is right! Haha, of course I knew it a long time ago, but when you've blown three quarters of your allowance in a day, I guess the 'therapy' part heightens but then when you realise you will have no more money left by the time the weekend rolls in, you get sad again. BUT! No matter! I'm in a happy mood today :) And it's not like I have much of a life anyway to begin with haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a handy note, guys! Find someone who will willingly bet on something random and then win the bet and then you can buy yourself something to make you happy with that money! Haha Retail Therapy 101 for People with Unlimited Wants. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I quite enjoyed myself today. Nice food, nice stuff to look at, bought stuff and the company was good (: Haha. I have a book to last me through the week too! I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to make myself happy before school starts (tomorrow, by the way! just in case any of you forgot haha) and before the workload becomes crazy, before I embark on my &lt;em&gt;uh,&lt;/em&gt; holiday homework (&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; get my ass kicked) and before my parents take back my already limited forms of social contact with the outside world and then put it in a box, lock it up, throw it into the sea and then complain about me being a hermit crab refusing to come out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty egg-cited about school starting tomorrow. Get to see everyone again, 5 days a week until we get sick of each other. Haha but I don't think we're gonna get sick of each other. I don't think we can &lt;em&gt;afford&lt;/em&gt; to, because this time, after the December holidays, there'll be no looking forward to seeing familiar faces on January 2nd. Okay no thinking about the unhappy stuff. &lt;em&gt;Yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to demonstrate how unprepared I am for school tomorrow, here's just a sample picture of how my desk has looked like on a randomly chosen (okay this sounds &lt;em&gt;familiar&lt;/em&gt;) day in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's July now, and my desk still looks like this. Only the books have been shifted in and out, but basically it still looks like that. The whole mountain, sigh. I know, I know, Dad, I'll start being more like a girl and clearing my own stuff and be neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: My Mom bought me a Pork Floss Bun in the shape of a Crab for breakfast tomorrow. I think it's her way of saying 'I know you're gonna need the energy for a long day at school tomorrow' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day at school tomorrow, my lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115193087716544557?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115193087716544557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115193087716544557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115193087716544557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115193087716544557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-drop-of-dime.html' title='At the Drop of a Dime'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115175395396116063</id><published>2006-07-01T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T19:39:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Self-Help</title><content type='html'>Germany beat Argentina 5-3. Even though it was on penalty shootouts I'm still happy :D&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Italy also won Ukraine 3-0. I'm not really an Italian fan but it's okay because I think they're one of the better teams in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming quite a hermit, actually. Must be the month-long house arrest that has made me such! Haha even my parents are noticing this slightly disturbing trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Are you going to stay in your room all day!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm. (preoccupied with magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Are you really not planning on coming out? Why are you stuck in your room?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah not coming out.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Do you think you might come out by tomorrow morning?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (preoccupied with watching DVD on computer) No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Your father is right. You only stay in your room. What's wrong with you, come out lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Wow! Look, it's Amanda! She's finally decided to come out of her hermit shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I don't know, sometimes my parents can make me so mad, and sometimes, just because I know they care so much about me that I feel so bad for opposing them. And they can be so humorous sometimes, even if they don't know they make me laugh with their sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I quite like staying home on a blazing hot Saturday afternoon, in the comfort of my room and watching Dvds and reading magazines. It's quite a lovely way to spend the afternoon, haha. I'm serious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115175395396116063?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115175395396116063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115175395396116063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115175395396116063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115175395396116063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/hurricane-self-help.html' title='Hurricane Self-Help'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115173783787690758</id><published>2006-07-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:16:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Along, Move Along Just to Make It Through</title><content type='html'>The horrendous exams finally ended yesterday, and as I predicted, we went to watch Superman Returns in the end! I don't get what the fuss about it is, really. I personally (well, maybe because I'm not a Superman fan) thought the movie was rather boring, and up to the hour and 15 mins mark, I looked to Amelia and asked, 'So... what &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; is the point of the movie?' and to LB I asked, 'Why isn't he after a bad guy or something?!' Haha, to which they looked at me, just as clueless as we burst out laughing at the pointless-ness of the entire movie. The only action came in during the last 15 mins or so, when he pushed the gigantic mass of Kryptonite into space (which I had to decipher, was the main part of Superman-saves-the-day, &lt;em&gt;with some help&lt;/em&gt;, haha). And the bad guy didn't even die. He was just left stranded on an island, which was kind of his motive anyway, to get himself an island.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we got a Superman pillow free when we bought our tickets so they gave it to me :D Haha more to add to my already rather overcrowded bed and little sleeping space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, my parents were in a super pissy mood at me when I came home last night, but that's nothing new. They'll always find something wrong with the way I do things, or what I do. &lt;em&gt;She's too rebellious, she's too lazy, she watches too much TV, does too many frivolous things, why is she doing so badly in school&lt;/em&gt; etc. etc. Actually they aren't wrong in criticising me in such a manner because most of the time it's true. It just gets on my nerves and it'll just result in a screaming fest (which did happen, sigh). And even if these things are true, is it really necessary to put things in such an unreasonable way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found something rather cool that was sent to me in an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty amazing huh. So who said Spelling was important, anyway?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115173783787690758?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115173783787690758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115173783787690758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115173783787690758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115173783787690758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/move-along-move-along-just-to-make-it.html' title='Move Along, Move Along Just to Make It Through'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115158256521594628</id><published>2006-06-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:02:45.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tug-Of-War</title><content type='html'>To hell with the stupid Newton-Rhapson method, linear interpolation and the stupid iterative methods. The same goes for Summations, Arithmetic and Geometric Progressions. I am getting an F for Math and that is exactly the way it is going to turn out, mark my words. I'd be lucky if I can even get 20 marks. I believe the teachers will be marking my paper with relative ease considering three quarters of the paper is blank. Either that or they will just give up marking altogether because it's agonizing to mark a lousy student's script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough. Math remedial in Term 3, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cure the depressing mood everyone was in after Math, the Japanese Noodles gang headed down (long journey to Taka, haha) and they forced me to order for all of them. Thankfully scary Jap Noodles boy has been replaced with random emo boy! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy after, to cure the blues. Watched Ele go from upset-over-lack-of-size-and-quality at Mango to happy-because-she-got-high-from-an-overwhelming-selection-of-pretty-shoes in the end :) Pinks and I just fawned over nice clothes, sad that we didn't have enough money to buy anything, haha. And I had a hanger (with the dress &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;on it) thrown around my neck because of my frequent 'That's pretty, TRY IT!' favourite-phrase-of-the-day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though exams aren't over till tomorrow, I'm glad we took this time out to spend some quality time with each other and it's our first (successful) window shopping trip with Pinks, heehee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict tomorrow will either be a pick between Scary Movie 4 and Superman (eeks, no pleaseeee). They are stupid and retarded, respectively. Haha but that's just what I think. I'd rather watch Pirates of the Caribbean, if only it was showing already. Oh well, we'll see how it goes. I predict also, I will be quite short of funds by tomorrow, but no matter! It's almost the end of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115158256521594628?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115158256521594628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115158256521594628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115158256521594628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115158256521594628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/tug-of-war.html' title='Tug-Of-War'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115147212235154030</id><published>2006-06-28T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:22:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Up, Light Up</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for tomorrow to be over, it would mean that I'm just a day away from Friday! Tomorrow is Outing with Ele day, and possibly Pinks and possibly &lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt;, JX and Glen, haha. We will revisit our (okay, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;) favourite Japanese Noodles stall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingzhen, if you're reading this, I think the shirt will fit you, I put it against myself and it's not that big after all, yay. Hope you like it, it's a bit retarded and meaning-less and random though. Haha. So. Happy and satisfied (and honoured) about the update? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to an Outing with Ele day after the paper, tomorrow is sadly, Math. On the plus side, it's the last studying paper. And Friday is lunch with Amelia (: Egg-citing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain-France, 1-3?! &lt;em&gt;How can!&lt;/em&gt; Now I won't get to see my (and my hairdresser's) prediction come true, of having Spain vs. Germany in the Final Match :( But then I guess it's better this way, because I don't want to be torn between the 2 teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my loyalties still lie with Prata House and not with the Casuarina Prata place. Haha, Prata House has much better service, trust me. And the teh-ping is sweeter and thicker, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115147212235154030?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115147212235154030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115147212235154030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115147212235154030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115147212235154030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/light-up-light-up.html' title='Light Up, Light Up'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115132274557093419</id><published>2006-06-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:58:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They've Got Cars as Big as Bars</title><content type='html'>Janis called me this morning to ask me if I had a Chinese dictionary to lend Joachim. Hahaha, I don't know why I just found that quite funny. &lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Chinese dictonary&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, okay never mind. And Shar called too, to try to borrow a calculator. See, all this exam madness makes you lose stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoodness I can't wait for it to be Friday. Just let this torturous week come to an end soon, please. But I don't want it to pass so quick, because I haven't finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal won Holland 1-0! &lt;3 La la la. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Econs. All I can say is that I am resigned, sleepy and not absorbing, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to light a candle just now but the wick was quite burnt off already so I ended up burning my finger, haha, clever &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;em&gt;Ave imperator, morituri te salutant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aut non.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115132274557093419?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115132274557093419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115132274557093419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115132274557093419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115132274557093419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/theyve-got-cars-as-big-as-bars.html' title='They&apos;ve Got Cars as Big as Bars'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115122209775420501</id><published>2006-06-25T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T15:54:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1 = 11</title><content type='html'>Lit yesterday was sigh-what-the-hell inducing, perhaps it's because it was a Saturday. Perhaps because it was so bloody early in the morning. Haha, perhaps I'm just trying to find an excuse so that we all feel better. Why do we go about deceiving ourselves? I found myself writing, 'I find myself getting annoyed with Laura'. Maybe it was a &lt;em&gt;ah-heck-die-already-just-write-lah&lt;/em&gt; moment, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I don't get Math. &lt;em&gt;I just don't.&lt;/em&gt; Why the bloody hell do we have to learn how to differentiate, integrate or work with complex numbers when we are not even going to do anything mathematically related. Okay I take that back, we possibly might. &lt;em&gt;Or not&lt;/em&gt;. But! WHY. Okay given that Math is a very useful subject, &lt;em&gt;blah blah&lt;/em&gt;, it is also a thinking subject (&lt;em&gt;ooohkay&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;em&gt;Aiyah&lt;/em&gt;, don't know. Don't care. But inwardly panicking because.. Math exam is next week. My tutor made me feel extremely guilty when he asked, 'So what topics haven't you covered?' &lt;em&gt;'Uh, how about everything?!'&lt;/em&gt; Please don't even get me started on Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Aaron Spelling has passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. Johnny Depp is simply irresistably charming in that show and he cannot walk straight either hahaha. Okay truth be told I really want to go on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, good luck to those taking their Chem/Geog/CLA (&lt;em&gt;'I-am-not-from-China!-&lt;/em&gt; Chiang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went to bed with a smile on my face last night. Besides the fact that Germany won Sweden 2-0 :) YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115122209775420501?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115122209775420501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115122209775420501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115122209775420501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115122209775420501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/11-11.html' title='1+1 = 11'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115103998641877820</id><published>2006-06-23T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:28:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practically Floored</title><content type='html'>I know this is uber random, but everytime I see/read about Sweden playing in the World Cup, I think of Fresleven ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Bestfriend(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just realised, that Fresleven is not even Swedish, he's &lt;em&gt;Danish&lt;/em&gt;. The Swede is the guy who hung himself. Omg Omg, this is how screwed for Lit tomorrow. Screams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115103998641877820?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115103998641877820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115103998641877820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115103998641877820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115103998641877820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/practically-floored.html' title='Practically Floored'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115097177279341478</id><published>2006-06-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:22:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could It Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's kinda funny you were always near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who would ever thought we'd end up here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everytime I need you, you've been there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's clear I've been waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's like I said today. I'm so stressed about the exams (because I am so bloody unprepared - prepared to go for remedial classes after Mids) that I said, I'd rather write 10 GP essays than to go sit for my econs exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is tragic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115097177279341478?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115097177279341478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115097177279341478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115097177279341478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115097177279341478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/could-it-be.html' title='Could It Be'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115085633954458352</id><published>2006-06-21T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:20:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE GERMANY</title><content type='html'>It was a rather enjoyable game last night, to see Germany kick some serious Ecuador ass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 German goals by Klose, who is now the leading scorer in the World Cup, and then the beautiful assisted cross from Schneider to Podolski who brought the score to three nil, making Germany the top scorer in their Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch Germany play and win :) Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Germany can win this World Cup on home grounds. I don't care for Brazil and their fat Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise I was such a huge closet Germany fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Germany! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115085633954458352?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115085633954458352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115085633954458352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115085633954458352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115085633954458352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-germany.html' title='I LOVE GERMANY'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115070706253850477</id><published>2006-06-19T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:00:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing At The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Catch up session with SoapSud today for a bit, with a (rather stressful) lunch (lessons learnt! HAHA) thrown in as well. Tried to study for a while too. I don't quite know why, but even though we don't meet up as often as we should, it always seems like nothing's changed since the last time we saw each other and we just talk about everything and anything under the sun. Haha, it's a truly good feeling. Thank you for the little 'encouragement on a napkin', I'll be keeping it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if I don't do well for As. &lt;em&gt;Ah, bother&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying has been a major bummer, I need a brain transplant. Maybe I have ADD or something, because I can't quite sit down and focus and study. &lt;em&gt;Distractions&lt;/em&gt;, haha. But that aside, J2 is equally, if not more stressful as in Sec4, but somehow, it's like we've come to the end of well, formal (is this the term that should be used?) education and we're just feeling jaded. Could it be the case, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, other than that, life's been pretty monotonous. So much for the holidays, seriously. If I'm not under house arrest, it's the TV/com. And regular visits to the kitchen &amp; dining table don't do me much good. They just make me more sleepy than I already am these days. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Late night conversations, whispering by the phone in a corner, afraid to be heard, afraid to get caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have refused to subscribe to the WorldCup Channel, so I am soccer (Who says girls can't appreciate the game for itself) deprived, and also eye-candy deprived (but see, I admit okay!). According to my mother, if we had Channel27, 'even an earthquake and tsunami won't pry your ass off the couch'. Excuse me, but how is not being able to watch the WorldCup (only once in 4 years, &lt;em&gt;mind you&lt;/em&gt;) a good thing? Well, Mother (and Brother - &lt;em&gt;the cheek&lt;/em&gt;!) says, 'Too bad your J2 Midterms are only once in your entire lifetime huh'. &lt;em&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between sleeping/eating/watching TV/daily activities I am busy having a panic attack because I am just so bloody unprepared. I want school to start so badly, I want to see everyone again, but &lt;em&gt;school starting = exams&lt;/em&gt;. And that truly, truly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were just talking about it this morning, how after pre-U education everyone's just going to disappear, because they'll be off mapping out their lives, living different lives, going to different schools, some might go overseas to study, some might go overseas and never come back.. you know, &lt;em&gt;stuff like that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just makes me want to hold my friends close to me, to hug them and &lt;strong&gt;never let go&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115070706253850477?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115070706253850477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115070706253850477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115070706253850477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115070706253850477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/standing-at-beginning.html' title='Standing At The Beginning'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115042878687747534</id><published>2006-06-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:33:06.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Reasons Not To Mess With Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because  even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".&lt;/p&gt;2.One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother has several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette  head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do  something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." The little girl thought about this revelation for a while  and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was  trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think  how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher,  She's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had  written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this is an e-mail someone sent me, I thought it was really cute and funny, haha. I hope it put a smile on your face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115042878687747534?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115042878687747534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115042878687747534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115042878687747534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115042878687747534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-reasons-not-to-mess-with-kids.html' title='4 Reasons Not To Mess With Kids'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-115034258886903506</id><published>2006-06-15T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:24:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand Trip 2006</title><content type='html'>Day 1, Arrival in Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Thailand! View from the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BenToh seems to be sleeping all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how happy the boys are at being in Thailand. Even Mel's shirt is glowing, I swear it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, the whole section is excited. Look at us, on what we nicknamed the 'Tranny Bus' Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, Rehearsal at Mahidol University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy in the Morning. Three people on a motorcycle haha no reason for this, just thought they looked kinda crammed &amp; this ain't something we can see in Singapore haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda how Thailand looks (besides the areas where the slums are). Lotsa trees everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be deceived by the empty, non-congested roads you see here. This is NOT the kinda traffic we were stuck in. And look! a billboard with a model and her hot legs hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Markets selling fruits/food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1450.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1450.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture of disgusting slimy hungry fish (that Joachim seems to be obsessed with)at the fish pond outside the College of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1452.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1452.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovelies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1456.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1456.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love the Nanyang Boy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1460.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1460.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could only be Joachim HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahid's birthday while we were in Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, Music Exchange at High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is made up of boys only (Hobbit lurves! haha) because it is an all-boys school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percussion! Tralala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high school boys, taken while we were bored in the bus, waiting to move off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, Concert Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious shot of Joachim &amp; Hoyuet trying to take a short nap before concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Marc having some uh, fun haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael, Marc, Havin &amp; Huitian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do when we get bored on the bus?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS, hahaha. This is too sweet for words. Janis I hope you see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hotel room, Raphael demonstrates how Qigong is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other group on the other boat. And the water is really this icky looking colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually in one of these boats. Thailand has many grand looking temples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the Thai Royal Navy, if I remember correctly. They are friendly and waving at us haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many many &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; houses on stilts. One of my favourite photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour guide says 'Rich people stay here. Poorer people stay there (picture before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Gems Gallery. Couldn't buy anything cos of lack of funds hahaha, but as all jewllery is, everything was very bright and shiny and pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Jim Thompson House, he is the man who made Thai Silk famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FUDUS. Hahaha they think they look very cool &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel says that 'Ah Lians and Ah Bengs are a subculture of Singapore so don't mock them &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. You must be proud of your country!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat dinner. Lots of worms in the food. Mmm. Precussion boys lurve. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1551.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1551.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after we got off the bus to go night market shopping! If you look closely enough and see a faint person behind Huitian, that's not really a ghost if you were hoping it was. That's actually Havin haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my first ever Ferris Wheel ride. Was retardedly shit scared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathered at the corridoor waiting for the late-night 'parties' to begin hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the act! Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joachim is actually stuck in between the wall and the bed in a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; compromising position hahaha and evil Huitian is tickling him at regular intervals HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the poor boy is traumatised for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, Flight Back To Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc, Amelia and Hobbit are damn sad we have to leave Bangkok :( Actually, they are just bored because the departmental stores have no kick to them because they cannot bargain and there are no cheap things here that we can afford haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Marc and Hobbit decide to take a trip to the Arcade section of the store and look how happy they are racing each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melia and I are happy also because our section people are happy again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for yet another bus to bring us to the airport, Marc tries on Gabri's specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Weiseng. You ask, why is he wearing a SKIRT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, just before takeoff. We get to sit together! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the plane was shaking haha the picture turned out blur. Marianne and Hobbit! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is James. I think he is very cute! But he says he is scared of girls. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ai Ni Hobbit! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Samuel. He has a lot of big shirts, even though he is not very big. He looks like an angel sleeping. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, Thailand Trip was a really memorable one, and we had great fun and we gained from new experiences. But what I felt was most important about the trip, was that we really learnt how to care for each other, how to help each other, to look out for everyone. It was as if we were finally, &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1624.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Truly love Siam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Sorry for the one week late entry. My internet connection is wonky and going bonkers on me. In compensation for the delay, you had a lonnnng photolog (which I almost went MAD trying to post up)! So no complaining (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-115034258886903506?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115034258886903506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=115034258886903506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115034258886903506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/115034258886903506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/thailand-trip-2006.html' title='Thailand Trip 2006'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114981844865418087</id><published>2006-06-09T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:45:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Coals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone has said, "The more I get to know the human race, the more I love my dog." Dogs are loyal, dependable, eager to please, and quick to forgive and forget. Don't you wish people were more like that? But sometimes no matter how hard we try to have a good relationship with someone, it doesn't work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, really. Got up bright and early even though it was not bright. The weather is perfect for a sleep-in, it's raining and cool and dark. Just got some stuff on my mind that's been keeping me up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing work, I'm really dead and panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I'm not wrong about what's to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114981844865418087?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114981844865418087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114981844865418087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114981844865418087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114981844865418087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/burning-coals.html' title='Burning Coals'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114967000982171972</id><published>2006-06-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:44:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untying the Knot</title><content type='html'>Hello, back from Thailand. Lots has happened over the past 6 days, managed to have fun over the hectic schedule and long (noisy) bus rides. Lots of shopping in Bangkok, but didn't buy much cos of a lack of funds, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tore my heart out from my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mixed it up in my mind with the best freshest pieces of my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, photos to be uploaded when I get the patience to load them up. Oh! I took my very first Ferris Wheel ride. Haha after they literally dragged me to have a go on it, but yes I did! Yay. Right, so stay tuned. LOTS of photos. And I have the videos of &lt;em&gt;CS: The Hotel&lt;/em&gt; (Haha inside joke) and &lt;em&gt;The Joachim&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. Only, someone needs to tell me how to load them (being the computer dummy I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I love my section. I really do they make up a huge part of me and I love them. Percussion 05 and 06. I'm becoming sentimental and sad because this sort of marks the end of my 2 years in band :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've missed Ele Joce Pinks Jo and Cherry loads. I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling out of sorts now. Confused too. Should go, be back soon with the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114967000982171972?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114967000982171972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114967000982171972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114967000982171972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114967000982171972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/untying-knot.html' title='Untying the Knot'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114913549752796058</id><published>2006-06-01T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:51:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much That Time Cannot Erase</title><content type='html'>I leave for Thailand in approximately 4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nervous, excited and happy all at once. I guess this is what they call mixed emotions. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Imran called last night and this is some parts of what he said to me,&lt;br /&gt;Imran: Don't go and sell yourselves for 25baht &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. That's S$1 you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tsk, &lt;em&gt;yahlah&lt;/em&gt; I know, shut up &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Are you coming to send us off tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Imran: Cannot! I'm in camp &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! You think what, &lt;em&gt;chalet&lt;/em&gt; ah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everybody :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we won't be too stressed out and that we'll go there and put up a smashing performance. I think this is gonna be a much needed break, lots more time for thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Much love XXOO,&lt;br /&gt;Manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been struck by World Cup fever or something, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO TORRES, MARRY ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114913549752796058?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114913549752796058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114913549752796058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114913549752796058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114913549752796058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-much-that-time-cannot-erase.html' title='Too Much That Time Cannot Erase'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114908268758669593</id><published>2006-05-31T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:38:07.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Dance So Fast</title><content type='html'>I admitted defeat.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the doctor today.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting better already, my voice is almost back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;My dad dragged me to the doctor today, he's afraid I'll fall even more sick in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Prevention is better than cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt;, but in this case it's not really a prevention &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, since I am already sick. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; why I'm so afraid to let people in. Because everything's just made me afraid of what's to come later. I'm not like some of my friends, who have a whole large group of maybe about 20, of whom they call 'close friends'. I'm not like some of my friends, who find it so easy to spill their guts out to the world (not that this is a bad thing, of course). I'm just... Not like that. To date, there is only one person who can walk into my house without me being home, eat all my food, sleep on my bed, mess up my things and I wouldn't be affected/mad (I would, obviously, grumble, being the obsessive freak I am, but I wouldn't be hopping mad and pissed off). To date, the same person knows me inside out, can read my mind and is someone my family knows so well. The closer you are to some people, the more they take you for granted, take things out on you, treat you worse than they'd treat any other random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have to take things out on other people when they're not happy, when they're upset? Is it fair to the other person who's done nothing deserving of such treatment? Maybe this is the world out there, maybe this is what it's like. But I'm having such a hard time dealing with such shit because back from where I came from, nothing like this ever existed. If anyone was upset over something another person did, they'd take it out directly on that person in question and no one else would be dragged into this whole circle of &lt;em&gt;'Oh-I'm-having-a-bad-day-and-as-my-friend-you-must-suffer-with-me-too'&lt;/em&gt;. No such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just so... Fucked up, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114908268758669593?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114908268758669593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114908268758669593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114908268758669593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114908268758669593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-dance-so-fast.html' title='Don&apos;t Dance So Fast'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114891453581166933</id><published>2006-05-29T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:55:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were Bought At A Price</title><content type='html'>Thailand Trip in 3 days. I'd been majorly excited for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that suddenly I think I'm being hit by a bout of feeling-down-ness. Actually I think it's just PMS. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me that's feeling this, but do people who get into relationships subconsciously become more dependent, emotionally needy people? Okay this is an over-generalisation, no doubt. So okay, is it just the people around me? Or am I just being the freak that I am and being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done with the bleeding reports. Written &lt;em&gt;wayyyy&lt;/em&gt; below the word requirement, or the word count that everyone else seems to be writing (which is &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; about a million gazillion words and a trillion pages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I really don't give a damn. Because I'm just so sick of human behaviour. In general, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. What gives some people the right to behave the way they do? What gives me the right to act the way I do? To say the things &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'm just cranky and moody because I'm so sleepy and lack sleep. Or maybe I'm PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ever it is, I'm just sick and tired. Sick. And tired. And sick and tired of everything. Oh, have I mentioned, I haven't opened any books since well, Thursday. Yay me. I'm sure to pass my Mids in this &lt;em&gt;brilliant&lt;/em&gt; fashion I am going about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I need to be put into this freezer, just so that I'd be numb. To everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114891453581166933?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114891453581166933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114891453581166933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114891453581166933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114891453581166933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-were-bought-at-price.html' title='You Were Bought At A Price'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114873381249196095</id><published>2006-05-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:43:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Yearning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To taste and smell again :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of eating when you cannot taste if it's nice or not (Haha that's probably the reason why I ate up a whole quarter of the lunch this afternoon without making any noise). What is the point of eating when you cannot smell how nice the food smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeee. Then I eat for WHAT?! &lt;em&gt;Sian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway I don't know about other people but I think that he who is willing to humble himself deserves our utmost respect. Even if he &lt;em&gt;can be&lt;/em&gt; and is a pain a lot of the time. I guess when a person wants and expects so much more from others and the others keep failing to deliver and keep falling short of expectations, naturally he'll be frustrated. And sometimes it doesn't help that the way he deals with it the &lt;em&gt;wrong &lt;/em&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he means well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114873381249196095?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114873381249196095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114873381249196095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114873381249196095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114873381249196095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-yearning.html' title='I Have a Yearning'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114864798645178163</id><published>2006-05-26T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:56:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Downtown Rats</title><content type='html'>Despite the rather screwed up GP paper (Paper 1: studied 1 topic but that topic didn't come out. Paper 2: I was pretty much lost throughout), I had quite a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastamania craving satisfied! :) Spent some nice quiet, non-hectic with Joce and Ele before the play in the afternoon. Ate dinner at Newton Circus (my first time ever haha) Even though it wasn't a very memorable first-time because I couldn't taste whatever I was eating because of my flu and I only knew that it was spicy haha. And by some mysterious way, I am suddenly broke &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. We seriously need to set up a SaveMandaFund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a declaration: I think that ______ can't really act. And his pretty boy looks and &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice arms don't really make up for it. Haha I think he's losing his appeal already, Pinks. I can go back to my plans on joining the nunnery already &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very afraid that I will sound like how I sound now (&lt;em&gt;manly&lt;/em&gt;, haha) forever! Why am I not getting better! Why am I not getting my &lt;em&gt;nehneh&lt;/em&gt; voice back! *croaks* (under normal circumstances, this would have been a &lt;em&gt;squeal&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I can hear my mom in the next room trying to coax my brother into being a nature-loving boy by persuading him to go to the park to take photos of &lt;em&gt;insects or plants&lt;/em&gt; (which is a bit...?!!!?!! in my opinion). And my brother told her, 'Er no I have better things to do then to go and look at the &lt;em&gt;wildlife&lt;/em&gt; lor'. HAHAHA. Oh dear my mom and didi are so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope tomorrow will be a good band day again. I hope that I can play whatever we're playing and rehearsing tomrrow. I hope that Sir will not be in a foul mood. I hope that we don't test Sir's tolerance tomorrow. I hope that I don't get sent out again. I hope that tomorrow will be enjoyable and that everyone will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ele and Joce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114864798645178163?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114864798645178163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114864798645178163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114864798645178163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114864798645178163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-those-downtown-rats.html' title='One Of Those Downtown Rats'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114848293285297336</id><published>2006-05-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:07:50.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatively Good Day</title><content type='html'>Relatively good band day too! (Might I add, don't have many of these coming round these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I got sent out with the bells. I am super embarassed because I could not seem to subdivide the quavers no matter how hard I tried because I kept getting distracted with the other sounds. But what is more ridiculous is that I got sent out with a &lt;em&gt;mallet instrument&lt;/em&gt;! HAHA. Marc said, &lt;em&gt;'Wah lucky we never play marimba for this song man. Can you imagine if we have to move the marimba out when kena sent out.'&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay super embarassing moment. (Hides face in shame) But! it was much better because after Band pract I got Raphael to practice with me on his (distracting) flute and &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel extremely unjustified so I'm just gonna say this and I don't care who's reading/not reading this. I CAN PLAY THE BLOODY PHRASES. ON MY OWN. I CAN. (But then it just defeats the whole purpose of being in a &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt; right haha) It's just that I lose concentration when the other instruments come in. Okay lah, actually that one also my fault. How can I get distracted?! How can?! Cannot!&lt;em&gt; Cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I think I'm acting really strange. I think I'm high on the lozenges/strepsils/vicks drops (thank you Angie) that I've been popping all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow! Despite the fact that I keep easing in and out of a fever, have a sore throat so bad it's probably an inflamation by now, lost my voice, sound more manly than ANY of the guys, have a flu that leaves my nose running like a tap and an annoying cough that leaves me coughing out small amounts of blood, I am quite happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandie popped by band today, with her newly coloured hair! Haha. I guess it's true after all when they say, if Mohammed doesn't come to the mountain, the mountain will come to Mohammed! Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's &lt;em&gt;last-day-of-school&lt;/em&gt; syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my lovely section, although these are nice pictures we took,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have to re-take on Saturday okay. Cos I tried photoshopping Zahid in and it's... horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a mad laughing fit when they saw it, including evil girl Angel Chiang who demanded I put it up for the world to see and laugh at. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114848293285297336?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114848293285297336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114848293285297336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114848293285297336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114848293285297336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/relatively-good-day.html' title='Relatively Good Day'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114821293294998384</id><published>2006-05-21T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:02:18.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>About what someone said to us a while back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, that when one's friends get angry or upset, the person they take things out on are the people who are close to them, or their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sometimes people don't realise that their actions do affect people around them. How the people around them can get affected by their moods and whatnot. Whatever shit you deal out they have to take. Without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here I am wondering, is this what people do to their &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114821293294998384?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114821293294998384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114821293294998384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114821293294998384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114821293294998384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-just-wondering.html' title='I Was Just Wondering'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114812751720006401</id><published>2006-05-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:20:55.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to church tomorrow. I want to and I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;em&gt;strength&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114812751720006401?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114812751720006401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114812751720006401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114812751720006401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114812751720006401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114795802822156960</id><published>2006-05-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:13:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashandburn</title><content type='html'>I don't know I don't know I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I don't know. Or I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not talking about just my school work here.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm having one of my spasmodic mind-attacks.&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb into a hermit shell and hide there forever.&lt;br /&gt;Where it'll be just me and my thoughts, enough to drive me to death by insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controlled breathing. Think calm.&lt;br /&gt;SCREAMS AND RUNS AWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114795802822156960?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114795802822156960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114795802822156960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114795802822156960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114795802822156960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/crashandburn.html' title='Crashandburn'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114795635545003793</id><published>2006-05-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:52:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause You Feel It When They Take It Away</title><content type='html'>Thank God it's one day away from the weekend. It has been a very, very busy and hectic week! (But what's new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this cycle's never ending, and this fashion's overdone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself a very gorgeous date for the PAC concert tomorrow, hehe :) All the best to those performing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a mini heart attack whenever my internet connection screws up. It's a matter of feeling helpless because you don't know what the hell is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really have no idea what possessed me to take Mathematics, Economics, or even Literature, for that matter. I must have been raving mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll have the past for the rest of our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114795635545003793?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114795635545003793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114795635545003793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114795635545003793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114795635545003793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/cause-you-feel-it-when-they-take-it.html' title='&apos;Cause You Feel It When They Take It Away'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114769459346569237</id><published>2006-05-15T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:03:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing So Silly</title><content type='html'>It's so amazing how some people get angry or mad over the slightest things. Ugh. &lt;em&gt;Come on,&lt;/em&gt; there are just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many more things worthy of anger, real anger or distress. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very ugly smile :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's catching on to the Non-political podcasts &lt;3 Hilarious shit, I lurve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114769459346569237?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114769459346569237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114769459346569237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114769459346569237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114769459346569237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-so-silly.html' title='Nothing So Silly'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114760794355742982</id><published>2006-05-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:59:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all Moms and Moms-to-be out there (not like any Moms/moms-to-be read my blog, but that's not the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom! Even though I think that Mother's Day was created because we don't appreciate our moms on a daily basis. So Mother's day is the day they can be queen and make us feel guilty for not appreciating them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking, I need to focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not let the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; things get to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114760794355742982?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114760794355742982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114760794355742982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114760794355742982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114760794355742982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114743880209731612</id><published>2006-05-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:49:01.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Literary Evening &amp; The Day After</title><content type='html'>A long Photo-post ahead, just like I promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literary Evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very scenic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1200.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night for appreciation of the Arts, with many lovely entertaining performances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that beyond that wall is the 'NO PHOTOS ALLOWED' zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/Picture-Package.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/Picture-Package.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we walked over to The Arts House, with a very pretty Josophine and a model-esque Pinks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/Picture-Package1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/Picture-Package1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Hi Meliaaaaa. Hope your movie yesterday was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/angel%20mandy%20me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/angel%20mandy%20me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up and looking b-e-a-u-tiful, Chiang &amp; Mary darl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 very lovely ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't really sure if we were allowed to take photos in there, but we didn't really care, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinks, Chiang, Van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lit people in my class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;em&gt;Sir Stamford Raffles Pose&lt;/em&gt;. I do a good impersonation HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inter-Class Games!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1244.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1244.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T8-ers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1245.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1245.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1248.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J1s had to stand under the sun to watch the races (like &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; did last year)! But if it was any comfort, it wasn't any better in the grandstand either, just that we got to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/4.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/4.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(enlarge to see the caption) Sometimes, when the going gets tough and life gets kinda sticky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/3.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/3.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(enlarge to see the caption) At least we know we've always got each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's T8 for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders are aching from hunching over the computer, trying with much effort not to lose my patience with this stupid photo-loading thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, it has been a brilliant week, I must admit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Manda goes home a very happy girl, because she knows she is loved :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114743880209731612?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114743880209731612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114743880209731612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114743880209731612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114743880209731612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/literary-evening-day-after.html' title='A Literary Evening &amp; The Day After'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114741141298504438</id><published>2006-05-12T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:23:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo, Good Morrow!</title><content type='html'>The week is over! :) x1034987521039845231 Actually the week sort of ended on Wednesday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literary Evening (Wed Night) and Inter-Class Games yesterday (Rather abysmal, but it was okay!). I'll go through the long and tiring process of uploading the photos later okay, just as soon as I've collated and organized them. Have some funny ones from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is what I overheard between my mom and didi outside:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So... What am I getting for Mother's Day this year?&lt;br /&gt;Didi: Uh, nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: WHAT! How can! I want flowers!&lt;br /&gt;Didi: You want then you go to the garden downstairs and pluck lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. Boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114741141298504438?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114741141298504438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114741141298504438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114741141298504438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114741141298504438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/hullo-good-morrow.html' title='Hullo, Good Morrow!'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114709261922650884</id><published>2006-05-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:52:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaster?</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather good day with some weird, some funny and some exasperating moments in between. But I'd say, for a terribly long day, it was fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Giam keeps giving me new names. Haha oh dearrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a need to declare this because I feel so guilty for being cheeky in that moment. YOU ARE NOT IN THE LEAST BIT WOOD-Y PINKS. I TAKE IT BACK! I am wood-y-ier. Haha. I love you! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Vannie too (:&lt;br /&gt;Van: 'How can you 2 just run off without me and sit down in the middle of nowhere! My poor heart is bruised! Thanks to Pinkie Swee!'&lt;br /&gt;Manda: 'Haha, plaster?'&lt;br /&gt;Pinks: &lt;em&gt;Rolls over (literally) and almost dies laughing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous Anorexic Friend: Your identity is still a secret (I think)! Haha and I plan on keeping it that way cos I love you! Stop using Ele to pass messages to me! Hoho and thank you loads for your Hellopanda for me to eat through detention. Lifesaver! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first detention (&lt;em&gt;nehneh&lt;/em&gt;, spoilt my record now haha) session was pretty okay, wasn't that bad after all. Just got a bit sleepy and bored from none other than the macroeconomy, but bearable! And Lit Mock was... &lt;em&gt;well, at least I didn't fall asleep this time.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Aww shucks guys, you've made me a really happy girl today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114709261922650884?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114709261922650884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114709261922650884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114709261922650884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114709261922650884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/plaster.html' title='Plaster?'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114698614327755104</id><published>2006-05-07T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:15:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Like About You</title><content type='html'>The fact that we're in different schools yet somehow distance doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that even though we haven't met or talked (proper) in such a long time hasn't changed anything.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are always the practical one (and me, still living in my white castle in the clouds), trying to look out for me.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we talk about anything and everything under the sun (literally, haha).&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm so comfortable and at ease around you.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you try to knock sense into me.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we have so much yet so little in common doesn't affect us.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we both have strange habits that we are so used to that to us it just doesn't seem strange anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I don't have to hide anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can speak my mind without having to worry what you might think of me.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can be me, around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I like about you :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114698614327755104?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114698614327755104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114698614327755104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114698614327755104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114698614327755104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-i-like-about-you.html' title='What I Like About You'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114696849338851066</id><published>2006-05-07T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:23:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be a Sun, In Sombody Else's Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I miss Alison Choo&lt;/strong&gt; :( We'll plan something soon, with Amelia Teng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm apolitical mostly because it's not like I'm unhappy with the government or anything. And I don't really have any strong political views or anything. But anyhow, it's no big surprise that the PAP won again, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught The Parent Trap last night, it was really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is to complain about the week ahead to me. Or to complain about a long day. BECAUSE, 1) Next week is going to be a happy short week of 3 studying-days, and 2) I have detention on Monday till 7pm so technically nobody can beat my long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a fresh new start to the week? But I'm quite happy overall because it's a short week! Seriously, if every week was only 3 studying-days long, I would be extremely eager to go to school every Monday morning. Don't know why, maybe it's something like having too much of something and you fail to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that I'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a rather popular day to get married!&lt;br /&gt;Okay random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bestfriend is coming over soon! Happy happy happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114696849338851066?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114696849338851066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114696849338851066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114696849338851066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114696849338851066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/youll-be-sun-in-sombody-elses-sky.html' title='You&apos;ll Be a Sun, In Sombody Else&apos;s Sky'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114674553649711649</id><published>2006-05-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:25:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Sunshine Slows</title><content type='html'>In all honesty?&lt;br /&gt;Annoying people, especially irritating people with cameras, trying to violate other people's privacy in such an 'unobvious' manner (what, do you think our eyes grow at the back of our heads?!) should be dumped on to an island where there is no food and then they will have to resort to eating each other up and so our dilemma of what to do with these bunch of assholes and the problem of land wastage will be solved because we will have a clean new island in about a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the gore. &lt;em&gt;How absolutely gorgeous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's something &lt;em&gt;I'd&lt;/em&gt; like to snap a picture of and shove it far up your arsehole, you lousy pieces of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114674553649711649?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114674553649711649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114674553649711649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114674553649711649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114674553649711649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-sunshine-slows.html' title='Where The Sunshine Slows'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114657370617717685</id><published>2006-05-02T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:41:46.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, Two, Three and Clap!</title><content type='html'>Back to school after the extended weekend. It was a relatively good day, with the exception of the sudden stress attack upon realising my homework load and my stupidity regarding the macroeconomy during the later part of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mock me, I will be a very strong girl by the end of this programme. I will be able to lift you up so don't mess with me hahahaha. Pinkie Swee I so saved your ass today hahahaha. But anything for you &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, hotstuff. &lt;em&gt;Marry me!&lt;/em&gt; *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining the dancing thing for the last 15 or 20 mins was pretty fun! Not to mention hilarious. Cherry is my favourite dance partner! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with my mom, she is listening to Eminem, Pussycatdolls and Five for Fighting. Shouldn't she be listening to like... Carpenters &lt;em&gt;or something?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I love my mom she is cooler than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114657370617717685?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114657370617717685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114657370617717685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114657370617717685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114657370617717685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-two-three-and-clap.html' title='One, Two, Three and Clap!'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114639887850260114</id><published>2006-04-30T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:11:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd Be The Jailhouse Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To My Dearest Yandao :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you had a blast today, happy 18th! I hope all your birthday wishes come true and that you'd achieve whatever goals and targets you'd set out to achieve this year. Don't be so hard on yourself sometimes okay, remember that Oscar Wilde once said &lt;em&gt;'The perfection of a man lies not in what man has but what man is'. &lt;/em&gt;Don't know if you will ever read this, but anyway I love you, Handsome and you will always be the most Yandao in my heart :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, that makes two of us, Pinks. And my upper body is still aching. I'm so lousy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He looked at her with eyes that begged her not to leave. And she, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes, willed herself to walk away from that silent scene, never once looking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really strange dream while I was napping just now. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need for my heart and head to be calm and not do anything stupid that I might regret. I tend to do stupid things that I end up feeling so guilty about in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you near me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we deserve to leave the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll meet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When both our cars collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114639887850260114?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114639887850260114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114639887850260114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114639887850260114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114639887850260114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/youd-be-jailhouse-queen.html' title='You&apos;d Be The Jailhouse Queen'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114630769913544029</id><published>2006-04-29T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:48:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNN</title><content type='html'>An agonizingly annoying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114630769913544029?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114630769913544029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114630769913544029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114630769913544029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114630769913544029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/knn.html' title='KNN'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114622715853337914</id><published>2006-04-28T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:27:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumbling To Make Contact</title><content type='html'>Had only (the later part of) school today. Was relatively bearable, thank goodness. Spent 2 hours of the evening in the gym with Pinks (life-saver haha)! Managed to cycle 13.1km in half an hour so it was quite productive, only later on we couldn't really feel our legs anymore. And &lt;em&gt;oh my goodness&lt;/em&gt; the weights were the worst. Even though everything is quite retarded I had fun with Pinks and we were laughing at ourselves in almost embarassment because we can only manage baby dumbells while we saw the guys carry the HUGE weights with relative ease. *Hides face in shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bench press nonsense! I got no arm strength at all! Now my upper body is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun lah actually, going to try the different equipment out. Besides groaning in pain while we actually do exercise. Haha. Er, so what in the world is 5BX?! We forgot to find out. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like doing (assisted) guys pull ups. Hoho gives me a fake sense of achievement and the machine is fun! Haha! One day I will be able to do &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; pull up unassisted! And I will have nice broad shoulders so my tops will sit nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will ache so painfully that I think I might have trouble getting out of bed. But it's actually kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'll &lt;em&gt;painfully funny&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114622715853337914?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114622715853337914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114622715853337914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114622715853337914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114622715853337914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/fumbling-to-make-contact.html' title='Fumbling To Make Contact'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114613714516524516</id><published>2006-04-27T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:25:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Know The Difference Between Heaven &amp; Hell?</title><content type='html'>My (anonymous) anorexic friend doesn't wear underwear! HAHAHA. I suddenly miss my anorexic friend. I don't know why. We're both so busy with our own lives that somehow I feel sometimes I forget to make special effort to spend time with her. I love you (anonymous) anorexic friend. And it will always be that way. Okay haha just felt like making that declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this random boy that came into the Audi during rehearsal and commented that he didn't know a triangle could produce such a loud sound :D :) &lt;em&gt;Hoi, play triangle got technique one okay!&lt;/em&gt; So don't mock my (noisy) humble instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am one year lagging, but I've discovered the wanton noodles in the canteen is nice! Haha. I like it because I don't think they put ketchup (yuck) and even if they do I can't taste it, so I likeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't save the people who don't want to be saved.&lt;/em&gt; I fully agree, Pinks. And oh, just in case you're reading this, I just remembered the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knock yourself out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114613714516524516?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114613714516524516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114613714516524516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114613714516524516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114613714516524516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-you-think-you-know-difference.html' title='So You Think You Know The Difference Between Heaven &amp; Hell?'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114605692900107526</id><published>2006-04-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:08:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddle of Yuckiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;EWWWWWW.&lt;/em&gt; I can't get over the fact that Ellyne kindly attacked me and in my defense I stepped into the Horns' saliva dish because I moved backwards to attempt to protect myself. &lt;em&gt;EWWWWWW.&lt;/em&gt; GROSS! Valerie said to me, 'Well at least you didn't step into Wenseng's saliva..' Yah, true. But saliva in general is just.... YUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all you blowing-instrument people with excess saliva! HAHA no lah I'm kidding I still love you all but... EWWW! Hahhaha. It's kinda funny now, actually. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today we were informed that I can no longer try to be a flexigalzz! :( x 20982573408957234 Oh well, sigh. I still love Ele and Joce loads even though I can't spend training time with them :( But howhowhow what in the blue moon am I supposed to do to be a sportygalzz?! &lt;em&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am scheduled to have a talk with Dad about the Thailand trip in a bit when he finishes his work on the computer :( He is rather adamant against letting me go since.. well since I first asked like months ago. And the repertoire for Thailand is going to be hard I think. Scary! Today's sight reading piece evidently displays my inept musical ability :( Why can't we just play LOTR-ish songs all day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Pinks you asked to see how your flowers were blooming right! Haha they are still well and alive and looking fine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Haha thanks darl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're supposed to be excused from class early at 2pm for the Awards Ceremony rehearsal. But &lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/em&gt;! I finish at 1! Of all time! &lt;em&gt;Wahlaoeh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, today is one of the many unfortunate and sadder days in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. Sometimes we just gotta take a tiny step back and then we'll realise we've got plenty to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell, I'm psyching myself up. So now bugger off because I need to have a talk with Dad in a bit and I'm so afraid he'll maintain his stand and say No. Even Amelia is sending anxious text messages of 'Manda so how?!'. &lt;em&gt;And she usually is the calm one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114605692900107526?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114605692900107526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114605692900107526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114605692900107526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114605692900107526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/puddle-of-yuckiness.html' title='Puddle of Yuckiness'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114595641632814527</id><published>2006-04-25T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:13:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Queen Klutz</title><content type='html'>I am a klutz :( I walk into doors, wham my foot on to the dustbin, walk into cupboards, walk into lamp posts... okay let's stop here you get the picture :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was completely crazy I was extremely stressed up because I was drowning in homework and I still have nothing else to write for the criticism piece which is due tomorrow. It's back to the sea again for me tonight, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anticipating tomorrow's first session! I hope I don't do anything to embarass myself, &lt;strike&gt;or rather cannot to anything and then embarass myself &lt;/strike&gt; or get stuck in some weird pose while I (&lt;em&gt;try to&lt;/em&gt;) stretch my totally inflexible body. &lt;em&gt;Ah paranoia&lt;/em&gt;. And I need to psyche myself up to dare to do whatever I am supposed to do. I've never been the&lt;em&gt; 'oh let's go jump off an airplane for the heck of it'&lt;/em&gt; sort :( BUT! By the end of the programme I hope I'll be as normally flexible as the general population. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I am home today before the sun sets because my room light is blown and all I have is my table lamp and well..&lt;em&gt; sunlight&lt;/em&gt;, to do my work under. And my dad isn't coming home until tomorrow and I don't know how to fix a lightbulb, neither do I know where the extra bulbs are kept, nor do any of the other people living in my house! Haha. But &lt;em&gt;er..&lt;/em&gt; it has been raining and there isn't much sunlight left. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has come to a realisation about my random and sometimes spasmodic behaviour haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: Why are you so weird and why do you have such strange taste in things!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: But Dad I can't help it if I'm weird what, it's who I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: Cannot! You must try to be more normal and less weird, you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114595641632814527?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114595641632814527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114595641632814527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114595641632814527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114595641632814527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/hail-queen-klutz.html' title='Hail Queen Klutz'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114588162652207474</id><published>2006-04-24T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:35:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints In The Sand</title><content type='html'>Con Fuoco IV on Saturday! All went relatively well :) I thank God for that. Thank you to all the people who made special effort to come down to support :) Thanks to the class darls who came down and made the night even more special I HEART! and for all the flowers and chocolate HAHA I ate too much this morning my skirt damn tight. Haha. AND! Damn happy all the percussion seniors came down to watch :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm elated haha and I think that's the only word that describes the feeling well enough. So happy I am that till today I am still humming 1812 and Mr. Incredible in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more photos of the band playing &amp; some of the percussion ensemble, but! They are in my mommy's camera and I, tech-idiot, cannot find the memory card slot :( It will have to wait then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1010.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1010.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the insane things he makes me do, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this photo. Even though my shortness is clearly emphasized here, LB is smiling! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1024.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1024.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie is the sweetest thing &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1025.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1025.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilovesandie :) Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahid. This would have been a very nice picture if I hadn't accidentally covered the flash with my hand :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how pleased Ramu is with the present we presented him with :) All hail!&lt;br /&gt;'Well Ramu, if you can't have a timpani, at the very least you'll have the timpani skin!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1034.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1034.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Sir is (I think) admiring the masterpiece of the Percussion section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1035.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1035.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic shot HAHA idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/1600/IMG_1041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/417/200/IMG_1041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Fuoco marks my second and last band concert as part of CJCSB. I feel sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is technically over (because I'm not going for the Thailand trip). No more ending practices way after after-school hours. No more crazy insane practices. No more scolding, screaming and yelling. No more exasperation. So shouldn't I feel... &lt;em&gt;happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114588162652207474?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114588162652207474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114588162652207474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114588162652207474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114588162652207474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/footprints-in-sand_24.html' title='Footprints In The Sand'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9867759.post-114553300241698371</id><published>2006-04-20T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:36:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courts of Conscience</title><content type='html'>Goofy Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have your standards: They may be low, but at least you have them. Sure, subtle wit makes some people grin and say, "Now that's funny." But you know the Three Stooges makes people howl with laughter. It's the physical stuff, the poop jokes and funny voices, that get you going because you have a goofy sense of humor. You have no problem making a fool of yourself as long as your moves to "fake" a fall break the ice and make people feel comfortable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wit, sarcasm, and satire can get lost in the translation, but a whoopee cushion is universal. Yes, it may be lowbrow — heck, it may even be nobrow, but getting laughs is what matters to you. From ye old court jesters to the kids of South Park, you and your goofy sense of humor are in good company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Fuoco IV in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I swear my blood pressure is increasing like nobody's business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9867759-114553300241698371?l=greentaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114553300241698371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9867759&amp;postID=114553300241698371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114553300241698371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9867759/posts/default/114553300241698371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greentaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/courts-of-conscience.html' title='Courts of Conscience'/><author><name>green tea addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306518283094094022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
